& baby Evan: much-missed already. It's odd how someone so small can take such hold.
I am cleaning the proverbial porch, as well as the literal one. It's a good season for me: fall.
There are things one can't hold onto and it's good to have a season that reminds.
It's late, I'm wistful or it's early and I'm certain, either way...
I keep falling like the rain, you've got your umbrella in my way.